I want to start off by saying I hope you all had wonderful holidays! It’s a great time of year that we get excited for and can’t wait for it to get here, but when it’s over we are oh so thankful! The daily routines get back to normal and on weekends the only thing I may have to do is go to church! Exciting, right?!
We went to Christmas Eve mass this year and as always it was beautiful. Well, most of it was beautiful. If I don’t count the underwear that was screaming at me from the kid in the pew in front of me, it was beautiful. Seriously! I kid you not!
We got to church pretty early (because it had been snowing like a banshee and the roads weren’t very good) so we were able to sit anywhere we wanted. People started to trickle in and a family sat in the two pews in front of us. Yes, they took up two pews, but it was grandma, grandpa, moms, dads and the grandkids which ranged in age from 5-15. I had two 15-year-old boys sitting in front of me.
As they entered the pew and knelt down I about busted a gut! The kid’s pants are hanging down around his bum and his shirt wasn’t long enough so there stares at me his navy blue undies! And not just staring at me, but my 6-year-old nephew and my 9-year-old daughter! It was all I could do not to die laughing! I looked over at my sister with a huge OMG and she about lost it to! THEN, they all sat back and it got worse! Now, the navy blue undies were closer to us and his pants were lower than they were before! (Our pews don’t have solid backs. They are like the one in the picture with the opening by the seat. Not nearly as fancy though!) That’s when I went from, “Ha ha ha, this kid’s pants look ridiculous” to “OMG, who comes to church, let alone Christmas mass, with their pants around their ankles?!” I was embarrassed for my daughter at that point because I don’t think she could see it when he was kneeling, but now that he was sitting back in the pew it was right in her face.
It took every ounce of my being to NOT tap him on the shoulder and tell him to pull up his pants. Believe me, I was thinking of all kinds of things I could say to him, but I kept my mouth shut. The funny thing was, everybody else in the family was casually dressed up. Slacks with sweaters, the little boys were in shirts and ties, the little girl had a dress on and then you had the two older boys in jeans and T-shirts. Now, before everyone throws a fit, I don’t care what one wears to church. I don’t. I was wearing nice jeans with my cute furry boots and a LONG gray sweater. The kids were in jeans. My mom and sister were in jeans. It’s not the jeans I have a problem with. It’s the underwear hanging out the pants I have a problem with!
I know it’s the style. I know they are only teenagers and parents have to pick their battles. Like I said above, I don’t care what someone wears to church, but there is a line I think. I don’t know when “Sunday best” went by the wayside. I didn’t have to dress up when I was a kid, but my mother would have had my hide if I’d gone to church like that!